Butterfly

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E T H A N <3: picking u up in a few min, luv <3 ;)

M E: c u L8R.

It's been a week since I last saw Josh. I stopped texting him, leaving him letters, or hitting him up on his phone. Jeez, is this what it felt like when I ignored him back then?

Not worrying about Josh is quite a big question to everyone since I've been up on his tail for the past weeks. Well, to answer that question, Ethan's been giving me random visits and surprises so I'd take my mind off things. And I think it worked like a charm.

Right now, I'm standing in front of my mirror, doing the comparing and contrasting method with my clothes. My boyfriend said he'd take me on a casual and fun date.

The sleeveless mustard yellow dress was my first option. It was silky, and nothing too fancy. It reached above my knees, and it goes with a brown leather belt, and gold jewelry. Mom bought this for me before she died. Shockingly, it still suits me well.

Although the yellow outfit was a cute dress, there's also a turquoise colored one. It also reached above my knee, but it doesn't go with any jewelry. Instead, it goes with a denim jacket and white Addidas shoes.

After much digging, I decided on the second option. It wad subtle, fresh, and cute. I couldn't find my mini white backpack to match, but I guess that's alright. Might as well use the fake white Chanel bag Courtney bought me for April Fools. Not complaining though.

I added the final touches of makeup, and let my hair flow and carress down my shoulders. Might as well go downstairs and get a sandwich while waiting.

As I traveled down the stairs, I examined the pictures hanging on our walls. From Mom's first tennis match when she was 13, to our recent family photo at the graveyard when we visited my mother. But one of the photos caught my eye: an image of a younger me and Josh, splashing each other with water using play guns from his old toy box.

I have a vague memory of that day, but I know we were having a water fight. We just finished a bicker about Josh mimicking every action I do just to annoy the hell out of me.

One of the photos displayed on the wall was when we were having an intense game of chess. Josh was winning, and I was slightly being a sore loser about it in 7th grade.

There was even a captured momentum standing in front of our newly-painted house. After Dad changed the colors of our walls to white on prom night, he took a photo of me and Josh standing side by side.

Going back to those times would truly highlight my day.

I descended down the staircase, then headed to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich: wheat bread with honey mustard, salami, cheese, and lettuce. I should probably make Ethan one too since he'd be hungry from the drive.

As I took out two slices of bread, I suddenly wanted to clog my bleeding ears. Courtney was walking in my direction with earphones on, singing Good Guys by LANY on the top of her langs. Does she ever shut up?

But I guess that's one of the characteristics that makes my sister special: she's bold and confident.

She has her short hair in a low ponytail, and she is wearing a loose shirt and joggers, and surprisingly, slightly less makeup. Now she doesn't look like a kid's birthday cake.

"What are you making?" She asked, peeking over my shoulder while taking off the two ear pieces. She hummed, "Oh, a sandwich, could you make me one? But no cheese. I'm lactose intolerant-"

I laughed, "Yeah, no. I'm kind of in a hurry. Ethan and I are going on a date," I took out the salami from the freezer, letting it cool down on the counter top while putting out the lettuce on the wheat bread.